Prison Walls

This is every young girl’s story who had to endure sexual abuse at the hands of a trusted man, be it her natural father, stepfather, or another trusted relative.

I watch the shadow of a man
confused, I do not make a sound
I look around to search for mama
she is no where to be found

does she hide-a-way deliberately
pretending everything is fine
that within these lovely walls
there exists no malefic crimeprison walls

stealthily he leans across my bed
his words are soft; his body hard
the innocence of a child is lost
body, mind and heart is scarred

there are no words ever spoken
concerning his malevolent deed
mama lowers eyes and covers ears
whenever I beg her to give heed

for many years I am his prize
until of age I could rebel
freeing myself from my tormentor
though still imprisoned in his hell

the memories are my torture
relived at night; my prison wall
silent sobs plead for freedom
to raise my eyes and stand up tall

©dorianna ric
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5 thoughts on “Prison Walls

  1. O, I feel the pain and terror here…especially in that 4th stanza. The damage done when we trust those who are supposed to protect us…and instead betray…the male figure…and the silent mother. So well done…images etched into my brain.

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